The Priest

THE
STAND

“Please stand for the Gospel.”
He had said.
Yet still they sat,
As if all dead.

But man in authority
Priestly dress’d,
Has excellent strength,
A giant’s, blessed.

And I? I trembled,
Turned quite pale,
By any other name…
I am still frail.

Then staunch, he repeated
Those words, O, wonder,
“Please stand for the Gospel.”
He struck like thunder.

And up they rose
Made better, moulded,
By a man of the cloth
Who never folded.

He spoke the truth,
So cruel in their mind,
But he stood for the Gospel
To save mankind!